This is the last week my oldest son will be able to say he is twelve years old. So, I wanted to write him a blog post. I'm not sure when, or if, he will ever read it. It never hurts to leave a trail for our children to find. Here goes.
Dear Monkey,
I hope this post finds you well. I am writing this in the homestretch to your thirteenth birthday. I want you to know that I have always been so proud and in awe of you. You weren't a planned pregnancy, but anyone can tell you that great ideas, moments, and events aren't ever planned. You were, and always have been, a great moment.